Tyler thinks I have a problem. He counted. Three gold mentions in a week. Said I’m “watching tick by tick” and it sounds “exhausting.” Only three? I showed restraint. Maybe he’s right. But I hate losing. It’s not even the money. Down $54K on gold? I lost $150,000 on BP during the oil spill. It’s the being wrong that’s killing me. Gold was perfect. Thesis was spot on. Hell, my subscriber David forgot he even had OTM calls in his Robinhood account. Made $50,000 by accident. I bought at $4,398. The exact top. Like buying tech stocks in March 2000. Now I check it constantly. 47 times yesterday. I counted. Well, my browser history counted. The closing bell just rang. Friday, Halloween. Gold at 4010.
Market’s closed until Sunday 6 PM when futures open. Normal people take the weekend off. You know what I’ll do? Call my gold dealer for spot prices. It’s Saturday. He’ll answer. My wife gets it. Fifteen years married to a trader. She knew what she signed up for. “How much?” she asks. “54K.” “The gold trade?” “Yeah.” She nods. This is how we live. One trade at a time. Tyler doesn’t know this world. He thinks it’s optional. I was 19 years old on the trading floor. Pimple-faced kid surrounded by sweaty men screaming at the top of their lungs. Fighting for every trade. That’s where I learned to count. To obsess. To never stop watching. Twenty-two years later, nothing’s changed. Just quieter. The screaming’s all internal now. Last week the dental hygienist tried to schedule my cleaning. “December 10th?” “That’s Fed day. Let’s do the 11th.” She looked at me like I’d asked about the moon landing. The smart money guys emailing me get it. One bought Bitcoin at $100. Another traded through 2008. They’re buying this dip. They can’t help it either. Tyler’s taking his kids hiking tomorrow. I’ll be calling my dealer at 10 AM for London fixes. Different lives. Different wiring. Pisco sour time. Market’s closed. Nothing to check. Except my dealer’s on speed dial. Tyler’s counting my mentions. That’ll be number four. Or five. Who’s counting? Oh right. Tyler is. And so am I. Always counting. --Josh P.S. - Tyler said my emails confirm “the strong behavioral element to being a trader.” He’s not wrong. At least addicts have meetings. We have futures markets. P.P.S. - 48 hours until futures open. Already set my alarm for 5:45 PM Sunday. It’s just who I am. Disclaimer: Some of the links above are part of paid promotions. If you take action, we may earn a small commission. I only share stuff I believe is worth your attention. Josh Belanger's results are not typical and are not a guarantee of your success. Josh is an experienced investor and your results will vary depending on education, work experience, and background. Josh does not personally participate in every investment alert he provides. Due to sensitivity of financial information, we do not know or track the typical results of our students. Josh’ strategies may not always be accurate, and his investments may not always be profitable. They could result in a loss of an entire investment. We cannot guarantee that you will make money or that you will be successful if you employ his trading strategies specifically or generally. Consequently, your results may significantly vary from his. We do not give investment, tax, or other professional advice. Reference to specific securities should not be construed as a recommendation to buy, sell or hold that security. Specific securities are mentioned for informational purposes only. All investments involve risk, and the past performance of a security, industry, sector, market, financial product, investment strategy, or individual’s investment does not guarantee future results or returns. Investors are fully responsible for any investment decisions they make. Such decisions should be based solely on an evaluation of their financial circumstances, investment objectives, risk tolerance, and liquidity needs.
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Sabtu, 01 November 2025
My Dealer Answers on Saturdays
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